Spider's not much of a hunter. Yes, the web is strong and beautiful, but you must admit, care and common sense can easily get around it. A spider from starvation death tantalizing exclusively stupidity and ignorance other bugs.
You're afraid of spiders,but I'm not. I have loved spiders, I have known spiders. I know how to handle spiders, spiders are no longer a mystery to me, so I'm not afraid of spiders. But I have not lost my fear, for I know that spiders are dangerous, and my fear is my dog and my best friend.
At the same time there are boundaries and they are not. Borders are the threads that make up the web of being. Borders are a support for the spider's legs, a cocoon for the larvae, and what a fly dies in when it gets entangled.
The way to heaven is through hell, but lovers do not notice the clock, and, therefore, suffering too. A hell of a lot of sticky pleasure. All who are not in love will perish in them, succumbing to the temptations of vices.
Previously, genies were locked up in alcohol or forced to twist the tail of a dog... Now there are computer games and the bustle of ant hills. Virtual worlds are forever cast out the Jinn from the real world.
There are a lot of superfluous people in our society and they are all perfectly removed from reality with the help of alcohol, drugs, games, lust, vices and other sins.
The essence of natural selection is to separate the grain from the chaff. The tares will perish in the trap of vices, and the grains will leave them unnoticed.
The devil thinks he is better than God, so the best is the enemy of the good. Hell looks much better and a glittering Paradise. Hell is a sticky fly trap. Bowl The Grail was made of wood, not gold.
Speed and size allow the bumblebee to break the web. The fly, on the contrary, should slow down, because it is weak and light. The fly needs to be very careful not to fall into the clutches of the spider.
What is pride? Lust for Vice! Thirst the moth goes to hell. The proud like hell very much; the devil has deceived them by building a hell much better than Paradise. The proud are ready to bite each other's throats for the right to be in hell.
Sinners sell their souls to the devil for flies. Flies are the standard price for souls. The devil is the owner of honey, who catches flies with honey and sells them to sinners.
The purpose of the devil's temptations is to deprive you of your faith... that is, to restrict your movements. The devil undermines your faith with doubts. The devil tempts you with pleasure and rest... " Why should you go anywhere? - says the devil... - lie down, rest, and let it make itself. I'll give you everything, just wait."
An arbor for the rest of weary travelers may well be a trap, tempting you to go astray, indulging in idleness and sleep. They say that sleep in this gazebo is so sweet that few people manage to Wake up.
Pride is a greedy run that drains your strength, and when you fall exhausted and fall asleep, you don't want to Wake up. Sweet dreams and exhaust the forces of reality. Of course, you'd rather die.